jam night

Halcyon nights

Halcyon nights in London...

 Inspired today's sketch. As a young person with a dyed-black Louise Brooks bob, I spent several years living in a beautiful house in London that was filled with chaos, creative people, and a few mice in the kitchen.

My paintings cluttered up the upstairs landing – people used to have to clamber around them to get to the bathroom.

Every Sunday evening, my house-mate Simon would organise a jazz themed jam session at the local bar.

Musicians would roll up like moths to a little stage-shaped flame – guitars or drumsticks tucked under their arms, and write their name in Simon's book.

These nights were always immense fun, and I remember one singer in particular, for her charisma, take-no-prisoners attitude, and amazing voice. Sharon – I hope you're still singing!